I tried to make toast
I put in the bread
I thought it would brown
But it blackened instead.
I tasted the toast
It tasted like burnt
You said you were coming
It turns out you weren’t.
It turns out you left
Went to some other place
Did you, in your toast,
See another man’s face?
‘Cause now I’m alone
With machine-blackened toast
I think that I’ll send it
To you.
In the post.
